Rutgers Parking: Installment I

I am more than a little angry about my experience renewing a parking permit today. . . still too angry to write anything but expletives and occult chants towards the parking staff that inhabit this particular tier of Hell. This is installment one out of however many posts I need to get the anger out. The she-beast in this artwork actually works in the parking office; this is no facsimile.

Shhh. There there, Mark. Isn’t it time for bed? Isn’t it time for you to stop talking about mommy and daddy’s copyright infringement? The pictures you saw were all a dream. There’s no William Blake anywhere here. All just a bad dream…